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…yeah I know you did not ask!
A person is simply the sum of his/her rationalizations.
…yeah I know you did not ask!
Man is simply a machine for creating rationalizations.
…yeah I know you did not ask!
Some folks have proposed to peg the minimum wage to the CPI. I propose that it be pegged as an unwavering factor of Congressional salaries. Current Congressional salary is $174,000 per year. Assuming a work year of 2080 hours, that is $83.65 per hour. Set the factor 8.25 and we would have minimum was of $10.13.
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Facebook reminds me of a circle jerk. Everybody busy stroking their own egos desperately hoping someone is watching.
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Women are like cats. When they want attention you had better give it them, and when they do not, you had better leave them alone.
Men… well men are just dogs!
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I wonder how much and how many times McDonalds has had to SUPERSIZE the uniforms of the employees in their restaurants over the years.
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I was buying a book of “forever” stamps at the Post Office. With all their financial problems I wanted to ask the clerk if they were going to be around long enough for me to use these “forever” stamps. I thought better of it.
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A while back I was watching Monster’s Ball with a girlfriend. The scene came on where Billy Bob Thornton is in a motel room with a local “lady” of the evening. The act was very impersonal with the hooker acting like they were chatting over coffee. It was definitely going to be one of those cases of a mini rate for a mini stay.
The girlfriend asked me if that is how it was. I replied that I had no idea since I had never engaged professional services for that area of my life. And I have not.
I have since ruminated on that conversation. If I ever got to the point where I was so horny that I thought I needed those services, it would probably be over so quickly as to make it not worth the money spent. Plus the Scottish in me would not allow me to pay for something I could take care of myself. Please don’t tell Christine O’Donnell. She might have to place me on a Wiccan altar and have a midnight sacrifice/picnic. Cream with your coffee, Christine?
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Raise your hand if this applies to you.
You know you are old when you read this statement: “The project became a federal priority around the turn of the century…” and you think 1900.
See me raising my hand.